Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.